I was walking home from work this afternoon and I was stopped dead in my tracks by the graceful antics of two small butterflies – they flew close to the ground – wing to wing; swooping and gliding; then chasing each other with the smaller one getting under the wing of the larger one so they looked as if they were one; they tumbled through the air, tossing themselves about and then they parted and flew off in opposite directions.

And I stood there with a foolish smile on my face while traffic rushed around me and and the lunch time diners gave me strange looks as I stood stock still watching this incredible gift.